2.05.2010

I'm exhausted. Plain and simple. I got about five hours of sleep last night, and while that sounds like plenty of shut-eye time for some, it is not for me. I'm the type that functions pretty perfectly on about nine hours of sleep. No kidding. How often do I get those nine? Mmmmm, 'bout once every few weeks. That, people, isn't working for me. And I won't see a nine-er this weekend either. I have competition tomorrow in Lexington, then I'm driving straight to Charleston for Bradford's birthday. I can't wait to see him and hug his neck and kiss his cheek . . . but I might be only half awake when I do!